The Poetical Works of James R. Lowell ...Ticknor and Fields, 1866 |
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... there is not a poet throughout the whole land , but will purchase a copy or two out of hand , in the fond expectation of being amused in it , by seeing his betters cut - up and abused in it . Now , I find , by a pretty exact calculation ...
... there is not a poet throughout the whole land , but will purchase a copy or two out of hand , in the fond expectation of being amused in it , by seeing his betters cut - up and abused in it . Now , I find , by a pretty exact calculation ...
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... there are two , including myself , gentle reader , and you . All the characters sketched in this slight jeu d'esprit , though , it may be , they seem , here and there , rather free , and drawn from a Mephistophelian stand - point , are ...
... there are two , including myself , gentle reader , and you . All the characters sketched in this slight jeu d'esprit , though , it may be , they seem , here and there , rather free , and drawn from a Mephistophelian stand - point , are ...
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... there are , it is said , who , their spirits to cheer , slip in a new title - page three times a year , and in this way snuff up an imaginary savor of that sweetest of dishes , the popular favor , —much as if a starved painter should ...
... there are , it is said , who , their spirits to cheer , slip in a new title - page three times a year , and in this way snuff up an imaginary savor of that sweetest of dishes , the popular favor , —much as if a starved painter should ...
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... there's this contradiction about the whole bevy - though without the least weight , they are awfully heavy . No , my dear honest bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor ...
... there's this contradiction about the whole bevy - though without the least weight , they are awfully heavy . No , my dear honest bore , surdo fabulam narras , they are no more to me than a rat in the arras . I can walk with the Doctor ...
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... There's a poet hard by , who does nothing but fill his Whole garden , from one end to t'other , with lilies ; A very good plan , were it not for satiety , One longs for a weed here and there , for variety ; Though a weed is no more than ...
... There's a poet hard by , who does nothing but fill his Whole garden , from one end to t'other , with lilies ; A very good plan , were it not for satiety , One longs for a weed here and there , for variety ; Though a weed is no more than ...
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